| Soon yet another year is coming to an end
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| And nervously I scutter home once again
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| To lock like I do most every year away what’s dear to me
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| And that indeed — would be me
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| Soon to knock upon my door
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| Great goat man — Bad to the bone
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| Here to whip some sence into the likes of me
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| But I take the pain — the whip sack and chain
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| For I know one night is worth the gain
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| That which I’m getting for
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| 364 days doing everything I wish and more
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| Fair carolers all dressed in white
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| It’s mistletoe madness on Christmas night!
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| Grinning ear to ear — Eyeing wrappings without fear
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| Be the ones who knoe not of the fate
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| That will await the spoiled one
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| The light flutters then disappears
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| The glitter turns to dust — he is here!
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| Yule time cometh so I take the bate
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| I dress the tree and trust in chance for another fate
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| But no, there’s no escaping I’ll be host
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| To the Christmas demon scratching on my windowpost
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| Soon to knock upon my door
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| Great goatman in the flesh
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| Bad to the bone
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| It’s time to take the pain — the whip sack and chain
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| 'Cause I know one night is worth the gain
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| That which I’m getting for
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| 364 days doing everything I wish and more
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| Red eyes, cloven hoof
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| Crooked horns, sharpened tooth
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| Akin to proof
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| That by the whip and by all them precious jolly tunes
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| Just accept — this is the day I loose
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| LET THE THRASHING BEGIN!
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| «Since the human race is nothing more than sloth and greed
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| There’s not a single speck of good in Man that I now see
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| Then a bearded gnome — A giant out of time devoted to be kind
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| Is surely useless, and has certainly outlived his prime
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| So I killed him good, stuck a knife into his head
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| And now it’s only me and his bloodstained coat completely red
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| So let this age You all have ushered in be accompanied by me
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| Accept the consequence that I — That Krampus is free…
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| …To collect my prize my annual fee
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| Your rosy buttox in excess — Ha!
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| It will be sweet…
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| Only me and all your surplus sins, indeed" |